Do you think a cardinal would have a fit if a man were to dine with him in a dina giacca?" "Have a fit? Why should he have a fit, Signorino?" Marietta blinked. "Would he do anything to the man? Would he launch the awful curses of the Church at him, for instance?" "Mache, Signorino!" She struck an attitude that put to scorn his apprehensions. "I see," said Peter. "You think there is no danger?
"Or, to put it differently," Peter resumed, "I've come all the way from London with nothing better than a dinner jacket in my kit." "Dina giacca? Cosa e?" questioned Marietta. "No matter what it is the important thing is what it is n't. It is n't a dress-coat." "Non e un abito nero," said Marietta, seeing that he expected her to say something. "Well ? You perceive my difficulty.
You advise me to brazen the dina giacca out, to swagger it off?" "I don't understand, Signorino," said Marietta. "To understand is to forgive," said he; "and yet you can't trifle with English servants like this, though they ought to understand, ought n't they? In any case, I 'll be guided by your judgment. I'll wear my dina giacca, but I'll wear it with an air!